Chapter 007: The Assassin, First Kill

However, the dire situation did not improve... Not far away, the dagger of the third assassin had already clashed with the girl's slender sword, producing sparks. Yet, two figures, shouting loudly, leaped over the roof of a nearby low building and jumped into the battlefield. Although these two individuals were dressed like thugs and lacked professional skills, the weapons in their hands were by no means inferior to the black dagger. Amidst the whistling sounds, a long sword and a short axe were both aimed directly at Konstantin's head!

The smooth silk robe produced a slight ripple, and although the deep hood cast a shadow that completely enveloped her face in mystery, the subtle curves of her body revealed some secrets of this form. It was evident that she was a woman, and moreover, a woman with an exceptionally fine physique

However, it was evident that the assassin before him had no intention of letting him go. The blade, painted in black and gray, spun in the air and then once again lunged towards the boy's side.

However, it was evident that the person being held did not wish to consider these matters. The young girl reached out and pushed against the boy's shoulder, then with a nimble movement, she jumped out of his embrace. Konstantin had no choice but to stop in his tracks, allowing the other party to scan him up and down with a peculiar gaze.

The searing heat of that moment nearly made the young man cry out, yet at that instant, he found himself unable to produce a sound. He could only watch as the colorful light suddenly coalesced from his fingertips, forming a sphere that shot forward, directly striking the assassin's face

... ...

"Am I going to die?" The young man instinctively wanted to dodge, but the pain near his abdomen completely robbed him of control over his body. He staggered back a step, knocking over a dilapidated table that had been thrown there at some unknown time, yet he could only watch as the dim blade loomed larger in his line of sight

Flakes of snow suddenly took shape around the magical runes, and then gracefully floated away, vanishing in the fierce winds of the high sky in the blink of an eye

Forget it, forget it, my own life is more important. Although it's a bit regrettable, it's better to hand over such a scatterbrained fellow to those who stir up trouble. I've done all I can at this point, haven't I? Konstantin no longer insisted on anything and stepped aside to clear the way, allowing the girl to run towards that dangerous direction.

The sudden intent to kill left Konstantin somewhat bewildered. Had he done something wrong? In this situation, even if his earlier actions were somewhat abrupt, it hardly warranted such a fierce reaction. Moreover... The boy's gaze swept over the other person's exposed calves, and he shook his head in confusion. Although the skirt was a bit short, it didn't reveal anything significant. After all, she was just a half-grown girl, and there seemed to be nothing to be embarrassed about.

What does this mean? Is it a common practice among the nobility of Haydn City to express gratitude in this manner?

The sensation of a sharp blade resting against one's neck is quite unpleasant. After enduring it for a moment, Constantine began to feel somewhat irritated: "Even if you truly cannot reach an understanding, please choose another location... Now, could you remove this thing?"

Then, one after another, two more individuals revealed themselves

The robe reflects shimmering arcs of light in the sunlight, seemingly made from a delicate yet smooth silk that hails from a distant eastern land. Although the high-altitude air currents swirl chaotically around it, the robe remains undisturbed, not stirring a single ripple. Only faint glimmers of gold appear, flowing into mysterious and elusive magical symbols that float in the surroundings

The dagger, swift as lightning, suddenly came to a halt! Countless fine threads whirled and danced in the air, as the assassin retreated in panic, attempting to hide in the shadows that offered the greatest cover. However, before his steps could fully take him away, irregular bloodstains appeared on his body, and then the human form seemed to be pushed apart like a set of building blocks, with chunks of flesh scattering amidst the splattered blood

Constantine was taken aback, and then silently lamented in his heart. Not to mention the sudden appearance from thin air, like a magic trick, just the sight of the black-coated short swords in their hands and their agile, swift movements was enough to reveal their identity—true assassins. They were not mere thugs, but rather the so-called assassins, one of the existences referred to as professionals in this world, a group specialized in killing among the wanderers. The black-coated short swords in their hands and their agile, swift movements were enough to reveal their identity—true assassins. They were not mere thugs, but rather the so-called assassins, one of the existences referred to as professionals in this world, a group specialized in killing among the wanderers. Possessing the power of the main god, they also had their unique skills, such as the ability to make their figures vanish into thin air or to deliver a lethal strike during a surprise attack.

"Going back?" Constantine frowned. This was not a good idea. "Did someone arrange to meet you at that place?"

"Girls are really troublesome..." the young man muttered in a voice only he could hear. The other party's tone, which seemed to issue commands even with hesitation, left Konstantin somewhat displeased. However, what could be done? This is the difference between men and women. While men traverse thousands of mountains and rivers, women are always worried about breaking their nails or the hem of their skirts.

In the farthest reaches of sight, the howling mountain wind sweeps over the peaks, drawing out a magnificent and fierce banner of clouds in the sheltered areas. Beneath the snow-capped peaks, the mountain ranges stretch endlessly, extending for thousands or even tens of thousands of miles. The sky is a deep blue, as if washed clean, soaring to great heights, with only a faint, almost imperceptible thin cloud at the distant horizon.

At this moment, he felt an immense nostalgia for those drugs that began with cyanide in his memories—if only the arrow just now had been tipped with even a tiny amount, even just a few milligrams, the person before him would have posed no threat at all. Yet, those mysterious poisons in this world were not something he could easily access.

The clear voice and soft body seemed quite easy to topple... Konstantin's gaze swept over this face, and for some reason, an inappropriate association suddenly emerged in his mind

However, this hoarse voice could no longer cause any noise pollution—As Konstantin spun around, the dark curved blade, accompanied by a sharp friction sound and an unstoppable momentum, was drawn from its sheath. The exquisite blade effortlessly tore through the thief's thin clothing, drowning his screams in the gushing blood!

However, he soon noticed that the petite body seemed to be trembling continuously: "Hmm, it is indeed a bit cold, but bear with it; as long as we find your home ... ... hetushucom .com"

If I were to die like this, perhaps it would be a bit easier...

In the sky, beyond the reach of human sight, amidst the boundless azure, a figure clad in a pure white robe floats silently.

The young man was momentarily taken aback, and only then did his brain begin to register the unusual electrical signals coming from his hand.

Isn't it quite good? The boy's movements were nimble, and in just a few breaths, everything was ready. He looked at his creation with a hint of pride—although he had never formally studied fashion design, he had some understanding of basic structure. Such minor modifications were not a challenge for him. In just a few moments, the lampshade-like dress transformed into a style well-suited for movement. If one disregarded the high-quality material, it appeared quite similar to commoners' attire.

The current environment and circumstances are clearly not suitable for finding clothes or similar actions, and his short vest is also inadequate for concealment. The young man furrowed his brow slightly, then reached out, and with a tearing sound, he removed half of the dignified skirt that resembled a lampshade. The collapsed whalebone framework beneath it was also pulled out and thrown into the corner of the street.

Like his companion, this fellow instinctively tried to cover the wound, but it was in vain—he crafted a delicate hollow metal rod that expelled the blood and fragments of the liver all at once out of the body

The sharp blade, glinting with a hint of blood, pressed closely against Konstantin's neck, the cold metal causing goosebumps to rise on his skin. The young man stared in astonishment at the owner of the blade... The other party was also looking at him, her large eyes, glistening with a hint of tears, narrowed to a slit, and the dangerous aura emanating from her made her seem like a small, enraged beast... A cheetah or a bobcat? The other party was also looking at him, her large eyes, glistening with a hint of tears, narrowed to a slit, and the dangerous aura emanating from her made her seem like a small, enraged beast... A cheetah or a bobcat?

The situation just now was indeed quite dangerous; the girl's elegant black long dress had been torn into three pieces by two arrows, revealing the sunken whale bone structure beneath. For this reason, the boy's right hand naturally circled around those obstacles, embracing that pure and delicate... on the bend of her leg

This was the last scene that Constantine saw ... A greater pain pierced through the spinal nerves into the brain, and the young man finally lost consciousness

The young man muttered curses, seemingly indifferent to the two deadly weapons that were already within arm's reach

The short crossbow bolt pierced deeply into his lower abdomen, with a thin stream of blood gushing from the tail end of the arrow! The specially crafted crossbow bolt features a hollow shaft and uniquely designed blood grooves with barbs, causing significantly greater pain upon penetrating the human body than ordinary ones

"Lord Kavan Digenna, I believe you must have noticed... my attire..." The girl hesitated for a moment before speaking.

There is no way out; we can only strive with all our might

However, the only discordant element so far is the girl's demeanor at this moment... Although she appears delicate, like a strand of golden silk, it is evident that her nerves are as resilient as old bamboo in the winter months. Not only is there no expected screaming or struggling, but her faint tone is as cold as ice, and in her clear, bright eyes fixed on Konstantin, there seems to be an endless... expression of disdain.

Due to the low success rate, it is usually necessary to compensate with a large amount of manpower to achieve the desired outcome. This is not something that can be accomplished merely with financial resources, as it can lead to significant mental strain. Therefore, any priest of a deity sets a rather high standard for resurrection spells, accompanied by strict limitations. In the young man's understanding, even when important figures at the level of national ministers meet with misfortune, the church rarely resorts to casting resurrection spells.

He does not face death with indifference; his calmness is merely due to the familiar figure that has flashed momentarily from a corner in his peripheral vision

The unfortunate assassin's body fell into the dust in the next moment, but thanks to that piercing scream, another assassin's gaze was already drawn to the now pale-faced Konstantin. The scene experienced a brief pause— the death of a legitimate assassin is not news, but the fact that he was killed by a boy who appeared to be no more than eleven or twelve years old was enough to astonish.

Finally... has it appeared... ? From within the shadow of the hood, a faint golden glimmer flickered, accompanied by a low murmuring voice.

The boy responsible for all this had no time to feel joy; the rainbow-like light at his fingertips faded, yet the heat flowing from his back transformed into a piercing, heart-wrenching pain. In an instant, it felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained, leaving him unable to support himself. He swayed and collapsed against the wall, but the next moment, an even greater force surged into his body, inflating him to the point of unbearable agony. The intense pain caused his entire body to spasm, and his small frame nearly curled up into a ball.

"Make way? ... ... That direction is where we came from!" The bewildered youth stood still, then noticed that the other party had made a simple mistake: "If you want to leave, just go through this alley..."

The aged arm slowly lifted the unconscious youth, and a voice emerged, deep as if it were a sigh

The fabric was slightly wrapped around the waist area and tied with a few knots. Then, the remaining part was wrapped around the upper edge of the short boots

Clearly, the previous armed thugs were merely bait, while these individuals are the real lethal strike

"Are you crazy? Do you think they still have a chance of surviving now?" Konstantin was astonished; even a madman knew that those few noble families' knights had little chance of survival. Although the group of thugs did not appear very professional, they would definitely still resort to murder and silencing.

Constantine was utterly speechless at this point. According to his knowledge, resurrecting a person is indeed a very normal concept in this world—provided that the death was not a natural one, a priest of the deity can pray for divine grace to... pull a person back from the hands of death... However... if the boy's memory is not mistaken, it would require at least one high-ranking priest's considerable energy, along with a substantial offering to the deity to accomplish this.

If my actions just now were inappropriate, I sincerely apologize. However, miss, please be aware that my actions were intended to save your life. Furthermore, we are currently in a dangerous situation, and your behavior is wasting time

In a matter of seconds, the blood rain took away his remaining strength, and the assassin softly knelt forward. He appeared very young, his handsome face completely contorted... Only a pair of bulging eyes remained fixed on the staggering Konstantin in front of him, filled with a hint of confusion, a touch of unwillingness, and a trace of curse

Unfortunately, at this point, seeking to settle matters peacefully is clearly a bit too late

The killer's footsteps immediately came to a halt, as a sound akin to a brick striking mud echoed from the sphere that hit his face. With blood gushing from between his mouth and nose, he staggered backward, swaying unsteadily! Before he could regain his balance, a faint thud was heard, and a short crossbow bolt had already embedded itself in his lower abdomen.

Raise your hand, aim at his face, and then concentrate your attention, imagining a force emerging from there to attack him! At that moment, a voice suddenly rang out

I am not so lost that I cannot discern the direction! The girl's anger surged even more, "I just want to go back!"

The metallic scent of blood was sharp enough to pierce the nerves of the young man, causing him to silently curse within. The experience of killing for the first time was clearly nothing like the beautiful descriptions found in novels...

Damn it...

Even deities have their limitations when it comes to generosity

Beyond distant lands, atop the magnificent snow-capped peaks

"Be quiet!" The explanation was met with a sharp rebuke. The young man looked up in astonishment, only to notice a hint of pallor on the other person's rosy face. In the deep blue pupils, it seemed as if flames were burning, and at the corner of the eye... a drop of crystal clear liquid blossomed.

At this moment, Konstantin felt cold sweat soaking through his back. The gaze of the opponent, which seemed to carry a certain kind of magic, left his mind somewhat blank. Although his various senses were not significantly affected, his arms began to tremble involuntarily. Perhaps the weight of the finely crafted curved blade was anything but light for a child of around ten years old. The effect of his recent iaijutsu strike was impressive, yet it had drained all his strength. The human torso was unexpectedly resilient; even the muscles trained from a young age struggled to support such a sudden exertion. However, his arms continued to tremble involuntarily. Perhaps the weight of the finely crafted curved blade was anything but light for a child of around ten years old. The effect of his recent iaijutsu strike was impressive, yet it had drained all his strength. The human torso was unexpectedly resilient; even the muscles trained from a young age struggled to support such a sudden exertion.

Constantine squinted slightly, suddenly leaping to the side, allowing the short knife to sweep past him. This movement from the boy momentarily startled his opponent, who had seemingly not regarded the child as a threat... merely aiming to create an opportunity for his companion... Thus, he arrogantly assumed that the little brat had merely relied on luck to evade the strike. However, in that brief moment that followed, a low sound of metal scraping was heard, and without any warning, a sharp pain spread through the assassin's lower abdomen, causing his eyes to bulge in shock. A scream echoed out, reaching over three hundred meters away.

"You rude bastard, get the hell away from me right now!" The young girl stared at Konstantin's face, speaking each word deliberately. "Now, you move aside, and you better pray that you don't appear in front of me again... Because if I see you again, I will definitely kill you! Absolutely!"

The unfortunate assassin dropped the dagger in his hand and desperately tried to press down on the long wound that had appeared on his body. The force was so great that the skin on the back of his hand turned somewhat pale, but it was in vain. The pressure within his abdomen forced liquid to continuously spurt out through the two-foot-long opening that nearly sliced him in half, creating a rapid column of crimson liquid that then scattered like rain.

Haha... this, this... that was really dangerous just now, can you still run?" The young man forced a smile, but did not change his posture—although he had temporarily left the danger zone, he knew that the danger was far from over. Given the severity of the situation, the other party would not give up the chase simply because of a complex maze of alleys. The current situation was, in fact, quite grim. Until he found a completely safe place, the only thing that could increase his chances of safety was hoping that Walter would find him in time. The other party would not give up the chase simply because of a complex maze of alleys. The current situation was, in fact, quite grim. Until he found a completely safe place, the only thing that could increase his chances of safety was hoping that Walter would find him in time.

Another assassin clearly did not expect his companion to fail under such circumstances, yet it is evident that this individual still lives up to the title of a professional—he reacted before anyone else, and in the next moment, his dagger swept across the boy's wrist holding the knife. The immense pain caused Konstantin's curved blade to fly out of his hand, and before he could turn his arm equipped with the hidden crossbow, the assassin's next kick struck the boy's chest like a thunderbolt. Konstantin was almost sent flying to the side, and with a sweet, nauseating sensation in his throat, he felt as if his internal organs were churning uncontrollably.

It seems this girl has some issues with her thinking ... otherwise, how could she believe that a church would waste divine grace for the sake of a few noble families' knights

To be precise, this is not even a sound; there is no sound that can convey meaning so swiftly. It is more akin to a will that is directly instilled into Constantine's mind. In the blink of an eye, the young man has received a multitude of information. He feels his will becoming somewhat disoriented, and involuntarily raises a hand towards his opponent. Then, a tremendous surge of heat rushes into his body from the tattoo on his back. The young man has received a multitude of information. He feels his will becoming somewhat disoriented, and involuntarily raises a hand towards his opponent. Then, a tremendous surge of heat rushes into his body from the tattoo on his back

"As long as they are sent to the temple, they can be revived! The sooner they are treated, the higher the chance of revival!" The girl stopped in her tracks and cast a disdainful glance at the boy: "I do not expect someone as cowardly as you to be of any help. Of course, if you can, go inform the fools of the city guard; I hope they can arrive quickly."

What is this all about? After a hero saves a beauty, shouldn't it be...

No, however, as a ... I absolutely cannot allow my subordinates to be left here like this; I must save them

Before Konstantin could fully grasp the current situation, a beam of light suddenly illuminated before him

His thoughts came to an abrupt halt ... The other party clearly had no intention of allowing him to think further—at the very moment of his appearance, a short blade in the hand of an assassin had already sliced through the air, aiming directly at him. It was evident that Konstantin had inevitably been regarded as someone inclined towards femininity, and the judgment of these assassins was remarkably straightforward, without any hesitation.

Before the poor boy could turn and leave, a sudden situation caused his pupils to constrict sharply—right before his eyes, the air in the space not far away began to ripple in layers! Then, a faint shadow suddenly emerged from within, which then solidified into two small figures, each holding a dagger.